Family

The people that you're supposed to be able to go to whenever you need a shoulder to cry on etc. etc. But what do you do when it's your family that makes you need the shoulder? Right now I'm sitting at my computer waiting for my family to come home so we can all have a "happy" thanksgiving. But every single one of us knows it's not going to be a "happy" thanksgiving. You know why we know? Because it never is. But for some reason, every year, we think that maybe for once that things will be different. Just once. Why is that so hard? Why couldn't my brother be here for thanksgiving instead of in a jail or rehabilitation center? Why couldn't my mom live with the fact that we have another sister who wants to be with the family? Why can't my sister figure out that just because my mom hates her doesn't mean she can't show up once in a while? Why can't I stop arguing when someone is wrong? Why can't I just keep it to myself for just one night? This entire day, no one has talked to me. Except when they were asking me to do something for them. This is my family.